Meadowlark Prairie Skugge

She hears footsteps sifting through the grass and stands, swiveling to face whoever approaches. Her eyes fall upon a small, swarthy figure with eyes a few shades darker than her own. Berserkir shifts her weight, wondering why svart wolves keep coming up to her. Where are all the kvit wolves?

This time, she does not immediately mention her sister’s name or her search. She’s given up, after all, and intends to return home now. But something really doesn’t sit well inside her whenever she thinks about that, hence why she’s stood here in this meadow, feeling tired and torn.

She says nothing to the stranger, waiting to see if the she-wolf will address her first. She had approached Berserkir while she was only minding her own business, after all. What does she want?